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I can't derail I train hard then relax on tracks |
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Keep the brain sharp hitting like an axe on wax |
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Axe never touch trees meaning I don't puff weed |
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But I hope to plant my seeds before I must leave |
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Believing that hope grows even in the stone cold |
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Bitter and bleak old souls sold like its antique |
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Road show except for so damn cheap |
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They preach the new science hone the program sheep |
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But they won't find us, it's hide and go seek |
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To control minds like gold mines in Mozambique |
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Where the folks can't eat so I stroll to slow jam beat |
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Slow dancing life's no grand prix |
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No race no pace car and there is no shortcuts |
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And no ones that special and there ain't no short bus |
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The core of us are simple, but dignified |
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We don't simply live to die |
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Look through the inner eye in the sky |
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[Verse 2: Shad] |
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Now I'm a cynic but I try to keep my heart warm |
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Human beings start war, but I believe in peace even for Darfur |
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From hardcore to humor to here |
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Where we stare in confusion at a future so near |
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Got to take the spec out of your eye to see clear |
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And if I'm gonna point fingers better point them at the mirror |
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Reflections I reflect on lessons of my 26th year |
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Erecting this next song here |
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See you all know the drill like Exxon |
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I guess wrong moves is experience like stairs to step on (yeah) |
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And I don't talk biz and I don't talk down |
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No kids talk, but I don't talk big |
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Getting gassed like pop fizz off of pop hits |
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I ain't got to say real talk because all my talk is |
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Pop quiz: Who can define love? |
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So many blind plus they can't feel they'll never find us... |
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[Verse 3: Kamau] |
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My folks love me I feel lucky they all love me |
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But feel funny inside of world that is real ugly |
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God save us this hard labour is breaking backs |
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In the sands of time every step we making tracks |
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The hour glass is lasting faster than the hour last |
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Or so it seems more dreams they will come to pass |
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And nightmares they flare up like the flames erupt |
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The same dream I used to live now I gave it up |
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And I've been saving up but money doesn't come quick |
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Comes and goes like the daylight one shift |
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And one sip of the well water it makes us live |
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Forever we still here whether we take or give |
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And its survival of the fittest by the thinnest thread |
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When father time moves the minutes what is in his head |
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Not even in control of what we must become |
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But not far so I guess we are the lucky ones |